This is a song about "Rap sucks these days"

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Gangsta rap and the days of the trash junkies,

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

I can't stand the idiotic ideas of peoples these days

I can rap for days and days, but i'm already a veteran

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

Freestyle but that fuckin' rap you wrote, it sucks,

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

So these days i try to think twice when i can

Lookin' like a nigga just left japan

Were running wild tonight

Schools these days think we learn it right

And i got them gold bottles, first place

That two face bitch that you call your friend these days

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

These days, i’m busy out here gettin paid